Terror lyrics

Yeah, Ouija what up? (Devereaux!) Ay, yeah

[Verse 1: Trizz]
Sippin' on this 40 while I'm walking out the liquor store (straight up!)
Your sh*t shining all morning man what's this hittin' for
All I know is f*ck all these hit licks and get the dough
We counting money in Vegas we on the 10th floor
The homie pullin' up in a hoop and said that we trippin' (what up n*gga)
Kill me if I'm slippin' I doubt it I'm with the business
Start it, I'ma finish I react with the quickness
I ain't the hero they portray me as a villain
n*ggas talk alot, bark alot we posted in the parking lot (where they at?)
Trip on anybody n*ggas tryna take my parking spot (ay)
Tuck the Glock here come the cops (sh*t!)
I ain't got no fuccin' opps
Just a bunch of hatеrs that love me they wanna suck my c*ck
Ridin' around blowing loud whilе we bumpin' Pac
Me and Ouija making all these slaps they bump alot (whattup bro)
I give a f*ck like b*tches that like to c*m alot
I'm always on my job I'm working I don't have fun a lot

[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
Goblin from a murder blocc demons calling my soul again
Giving a f*ck bout none of these busters Ouija came up in the city of sin
He looking for me cause somebody told that succa that Ouija killed his friend
He ain't want that smoke that fuccin' pus*y wanted to turn me in
Knowing it was true then why the fucc you ain't come hurt me then
Pull that buster out the dirt and load the chopper kill him again, I don't pretend
City where the Devil ankle in the alleyway
Satan left from Georgia he was headed the Nevada way
[Verse 3: Hexxx]
Y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me
Hold it down for the V baby come f*ck with a G
Smoking on dope in the back of the club
Giving no f*ck what they want in the beef
I'm sippin' on (?) C17 all of my enemies bleed
You come see
Come ride with a G all my b*tches rocking double Z's
I'm smoking on weed
I sip my drink see me through the window in the paint
In a city gotta keep the pace
f*ck the juffs f*ck the case I'm feeling like (feeling like!)
We run the block (run the block!)
17 shots 9 outlined in chalk (yuh!)